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“Certainly, my dear. There’s no need to return the clothes. They’re not that expensive anyway,” said the older woman.

As she helped Millie change earlier, the hostess noticed the fine texture of Millie’s garments, so unlike her own. She suspected that Millie might feel discomfort in her rougher attire.

Upon their exit, a dreamlike scene met their eyes: snow danced through the air ina fervent waltz, its grace captivating.

“Please accept this as a token of our gratitude, madam,” Derek urged, pressing a substantial amount of money into her hands before rushing to the vehicle.

The hostess’s eyes widened at the unexpected gift, her voice rising with alarm.

“What are you doing? I’ve already told you I won’t take money from you.”

his place beside the car, Derek looked on, his gaze drawn to the spectacle of Marcus cradling Millie as he trod through the snow. This powerful figure, now revealed in a new light, portrayed a rare tenderness with

his phone to inform the search team of Millie’s recovery, Derek’s thumb brushed against the

the cozy confines of the hotel, Nancy retrieved a bottle of red wine, pouring two glasses and offering

red wine—a match made in heaven. Let’s savor

accepted the glass,

tragic scene in a film they watched, she’d burst into laughter, a reaction that both startled and

his confusion apparent. The memory of Nancy’s rage earlier in the day, triggered by her defeat at

Humphrey. I am indeed,” Nancy replied, her eyes gleaming with an enigmatic smile as she clinked her glass against Humphrey’s,

had perished in the cold. Whoever dared

it matter if Millie had